Kiki: You know, what? I need an assistant. If I had an assistant she would be outside right now–
milking a cow–and I would never–ever–run out of butter...
"Oh, Kiki, my butter has touched another food. I need new butter."
(under her breathe) Oh, I need more honey.
That's the way it goes, Lee. Right? You're a publicist. You know. Anything they want, right?

She's got a green dress. Looks like crap on her. Brings out the circles under her eyes. She knows
it. I know it...She gave it to me. It actually looks pretty nice on me. And then she says, well,
maybe she wanted it back–you know what I mean? She doesn't want it. She just doesn't want me
to have it. That's the truth.

Lee: So, what is it? You're in love with Eddie?

Kiki: Wouldn't that be stupid?

Lee: Kiki, I have done every one of their movies. I've never seen him look at her the way he's been
looking at you. And if you're in love–you should just go for it. The way you went for this
breakfast! Well, not the way you went for this breakfast...that's just...you know

Kiki: Lee? I think...I'm gonna be...sick...could you just...

Lee: Oh...

(Kiki leaves)(Waitess sets down butter)

Hi. Listen, I'm gonna take all this to go. I'll need, I don't know, 20-40 bags and a forklift.